My ten-year-old neighbor’s mouth agape, eyes widened, really said it all. “You have a Youtube
channel?”
“Well, no, not really. Just making videos for my parents.”
She, eye roll.
“So, well, yes, I guess I do.” Cue weak chuckle.
Should I feel chastened, have I violated societal norms,
are there going to be repercussions? Will I be…cancelled?
Hey, it’s not like I haven’t made a splash or two in the
social media lagoon. I’ve had a blog—have had multiple blogs—for years. And
years.
Anonymous: You
have a blog?
Sigh.
The videos are just walks around the yard so my parents
can keep up with what’s going on out back. They use to sit out on the patio—in
matching rocking chairs no less—and I would show them what was growing, or not.
A friend of mine suggested I post the videos on Facebook.
Really, are folks that desperate for diversion? I guess there could be some
entertainment value as I crab about, even backwards at times, trying to avoid
catching the corners of raised beds or small plants.
Could go live.
Cheech27397: Bet he trips over the new hydrangea.
Okay, could be, uh, fun. Sort of. Not exactly Skylla and
Kharybdis out there.
Another friend proposed I do something more, and this is
his word, poetic.
Poetic? Like declaim Ogden Nash’s “The Germ” as the
camera pans the yard?
Maybe drag the old lectern out to the patio and give a
soul-rocking reading of Tennyson’s “Ulysses”. I’m sure the mockingbirds would
be unmoved. And the bees much too busy to be swayed.
Perhaps something a bit more extempore. A niece and some
of her offspring have floated the notion of Observations with Uncle Scott.
Might squelch the idea—for the good of the public—do we still consider the
public good?
Former student: Good one, Mr. K.
As for the verite
of these most minor of cinematic endeavors, all are shot before breakfast and
after only a few phrases mumbled to my dog. Ultrahyper-keeping-it-super-real.
Might set up a Patreon account. First ever where the artiste
is paid to just stop now.
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